It's lost
yet you walk life

as an ocean of pain,
pleasure, and all
you were again

It's taken sixty years
to speak of lost love,
loss of self,
lost reasons,
lost seasons

The mic's in front
but you sing
to your belly

Strings humm so sweetly
in the saddest
most nostalgic way

A sweetness
I now understand
though my brand
remains...bittersweet

Yet,
for her love
could I rise,

would I tithe
the waves
'fore yonder maze

No fog,
nor haze,
dare bristle my buckle

I laugh
and the curtain...parts